He turned on me a commanding look. “Speak plainly,” said he. “If we are to use you, let us know you in all.”
He waved farther back the officers with him.
“I have no other wish, your Excellency,” I answered him. Then I told him briefly of the Seigneur Duvarney, Alixe, and of Doltaire.
“Duvarney! Duvarney!” he said, and a light came into his look. Then he called an officer. “Was it not one Seigneur Duvarney who this morning prayed protection for his chateau on the Isle of Orleans?” he asked.
“Even so, your Excellency,” was the reply; “and he said that if Captain Moray was with us, he would surely speak for the humanity and kindness he and his household had shown to British prisoners.”
“You speak, then, for this gentleman?” he asked, with a dry sort of smile.
“With all my heart,” I answered. “But why asks he protection at this late day?”
“New orders are issued to lay waste the country; hitherto all property was safe,” was the General’s reply. “See that the Seigneur Duvarney’s suit is granted,” he added to his officer, “and say it is by Captain Moray’s intervention.—There is another matter of this kind to be arranged this noon,” he continued: “an exchange of prisoners, among whom are some ladies of birth and breeding, captured but two days ago. A gentleman comes from General Montcalm directly upon the point. You might be useful herein,” he added, “if you will come to my tent in an hour.” He turned to go.
“And my ship, and permission to enter the town, your Excellency?” I asked.
“What do you call your—ship?” he asked a little grimly.